Chapter Twenty Four: Strong
While Lilian proceeded to throw herself on the comforter of her memory foam mattress, Beatrice had managed to let herself fall into Hayes' arm on the couch. The television flashed silent colors unto the walls because the newfound news itself was blaring across Los Angeles. If you listened closely, you could hardly hear the traffic below if you somehow manage to surpass Lilian's cry for help. And although Hayes hadn't known Lilian for long, or even gotten to know a secret or two of her life back home, if you listened closely, you could hear his heart crack for both of the females.
Unlike Beatrice, who sat still with a shocked expression covering her silky face, Hayes' thoughts were screaming. He didn't know if Lilian would be okay, or if he was going to be the shoulder of which Beatrice will sob upon, or even if his brother cared about his whereabouts. He felt like he was stuck in the middle of existing and living. Living for a time where he could love someone without someone judging his satisfaction in the girl, and he felt like he was simply existing when no body was there to acknowledge him.
It's like being the star of the show, but no bod notices you walked in until you had someone clutching onto your arm.
But how cruel of Hayes to think about attention when everything was put on Lilian, right?
Hayes shook his arm that Beatrice laid upon, slowly drifting to sleep. She simply hummed, making a sloppy attempt to make eye contact without moving from his comfortable arm. "Are you ready to go to bed?" he asked tiredly.
They both knew she was about ready to fall asleep, but she was stubborn, sad, and not in the mood to be left alone. "No."
He lifted his eyebrows, "you're about to fall asleep right now. C'mon. Let's go to bed."
"Hayes," her lip quivered and her voice cracked. There was nothing worse than hearing a person's voice crack when they're on the verge of tears. His heart silently ached for her. "Hayes, I don't think I can do this."
"Walk to your room? It's only a few steps away," he spoke cluelessly.
Her throat was too dry to let out a chuckle. "I don't think I'm strong enough to lose her. She's the only thing I have left. I don't think I'd last long without her around."
"Shhh. Don't think like that. She isn't going anywhere." He looked at the way her eyes sparkled at the false promise. He couldn't do that to her. He would lie to anyone to make it better but he couldn't give her false hopes only to end up worse than she started.
"Actually, she will be gone one day," she let out a gasp and her eyes turned to an angry flame, "but you'll be gone one day too. I'll be gone one day and hopefully Trump will be gone soon, too. Everyone is going to leave this earth and some of us will leave a legacy by doing so. Lilian Marvels is going to leave us earlier than we'd anticipated, but she's also going to leave a legacy. There's no wasy a spunky girl like her is going to last forever, but she won't and she won't be forgotten by doing so. I don't know if this makes sense, and how I hope it does, but what I'm saying is... everyone is going to leave. It's not an option and you can't just press a button to make it go away. What I'm saying is, when Lilian makes a legacy for herself, I'm going to be here for you no matter what."
Her eyes softened and her mouth let a yawn escape past her frail lips. "Thank you", she said.
Hayes simply nodded and carried her to her room.
What's funny was; she didn't dream of the stars that night. Hayes was the only thing on her mind.
Oh my gosh dude I'm back and I'm alive and I'm so sorry for not updating for almost four months. I just wasn't in a good place and I don't even think this story is either so let's hope for the best and hope this book doesn't get deleted like all of my other failed attempts at everything :-) enjoy !
